"That woman didn't know why, but she wanted to murder Prince Hui Jiang. The emperor wanted to kill her to vent his hatred, but he didn't expect that the child in his belly saved her life. After giving birth to the child, the woman wanted to use the child to save everything.
, I didn’t expect this child to have six fingers.”
hiss……
Yan Buhuan subconsciously looked at Jiao Li's hand and found nothing wrong. He didn't have six fingers.
Jiao Li raised his hand and waved it in front of her eyes: "It has been cut off, where can I see it?"
Cut it off? Yan Buhuan felt as if there was a piece of cotton stuffed in his throat, and even his palms were sweating. Cut it off... How painful would it be?
"Fortunately, it was winter, so the injury would not turn into pus, and the blood would dry up quickly." Jiao Li described the scene at that time with a tone that sounded like a broken pot.
"Where is that woman? She cut off your fingers, did you go out?" Yan Buhuan couldn't help but ask.
At first, I thought it was because the emperor liked the new and disliked the old, so he sent the mother and son here. Unexpectedly, the other party actually tried to kill their father. However, the women in the harem were pitiful. All their happiness in life depended on the emperor, and the emperor's favor was everything.
"I went out, but she didn't, and ended up hanging here with a hemp rope." Jiao Li pointed to the open space not far from the bedroom.
Yan Buhuan suddenly felt a cold air rising from her back. Hemp rope? She seemed to see a hemp rope... and gasped. Could it have been used for a martial arts competition just now?
Seeing her little face turning from rosy to pale, and her eyes full of fear, Jiao Li burst out laughing: "Are you scared?"
Yan Buhuan was stunned and speechless.
"I lied to you." He laughed loudly. It was hard to tell whether the story just now was true or false, and whether his smile was a cover for compassion or a celebration after a prank.
Yan Buhuan punched him hard: "You bastard, is this kind of thing easy to laugh about?"
Although she didn't believe in ghosts and gods, it was still very scary to dance with a hanging rope in her hand for a long time, and he still had the nerve to laugh.
Jiao Li showed a victorious smile: "Who knew you were so easy to deceive?"
The truth is also false, and the false is also true. How can those unsightly darkness dare to be openly exposed to the air?
"I will never believe your lies again."
Jiao Li sat on the dusty table with one leg on the table, staring at her with his deep eyes unblinking: "Why are you so angry? Isn't the story good?"
"I've never seen you like this, I'm just trying to make myself miserable." Yan Buhuan looked away from him without saying angrily.
Jiao Li pursed his lips and smiled, all kinds of charm hidden in his eyes, but slowly faded away.
The rain fell one after another, wrapping the entire palace in melancholy.
"You're not going to stay here all night, are you?" Yan Buhuan asked with lingering fear.
Jiao Li put his hands behind his back, his movements unrestrained and unrestrained: "What? Are you afraid that being with me will insult your innocence?"
Yan Buhuan ignored him: "Can we still have a good chat?"
"Isn't this what we are talking about?" The rogue's tone made you want to slap him.
Yan Buhuan looked away. The rain had stopped and she would not stay any longer.
In fact, for Jiao Li, he could have left here despite the wind and rain, but he didn't. I don't know whether the reason for him to stay was the heavy rain or the person staying by his side at this moment.
"That woman didn't know why, but she wanted to murder Prince Hui Jiang. The emperor wanted to kill her to vent his hatred, but he didn't expect that the child in his belly saved her life. After giving birth to the child, the woman wanted to use the child to save everything.
, I didn’t expect this child to have six fingers.”
hiss……
Yan Buhuan subconsciously looked at Jiao Li's hand and found nothing wrong. He didn't have six fingers.
Jiao Li raised his hand and waved it in front of her eyes: "It has been cut off, where can I see it?"
Cut it off? Yan Buhuan felt as if there was a piece of cotton stuffed in his throat, and even his palms were sweating. Cut it off... How painful would it be?
"Fortunately, it was winter, so the injury would not turn into pus, and the blood would dry up quickly." Jiao Li described the scene at that time with a tone that sounded like a broken pot.
"Where is that woman? She cut off your fingers, did you go out?" Yan Buhuan couldn't help but ask.
At first, I thought it was because the emperor liked the new and disliked the old, so he sent the mother and son here. Unexpectedly, the other party actually tried to kill their father. However, the women in the harem were pitiful. All their happiness in life depended on the emperor, and the emperor's favor was everything.
"I went out, but she didn't, and ended up hanging here with a hemp rope." Jiao Li pointed to the open space not far from the bedroom.
Yan Buhuan suddenly felt a cold air rising from her back. Hemp rope? She seemed to see a hemp rope... and gasped. Could it have been used for a martial arts competition just now?
Seeing her little face turning from rosy to pale, and her eyes full of fear, Jiao Li burst out laughing: "Are you scared?"
Yan Buhuan was stunned and speechless.
"I lied to you." He laughed loudly. It was hard to tell whether the story just now was true or false, and whether his smile was a cover for compassion or a celebration after a prank.
Yan Buhuan punched him hard: "You bastard, is this kind of thing easy to laugh about?"
Although she didn't believe in ghosts and gods, it was still very scary to dance with a hanging rope in her hand for a long time, and he still had the nerve to laugh.
Jiao Li showed a victorious smile: "Who knew you were so easy to deceive?"
The truth is also false, and the false is also true. How can those unsightly darkness dare to be openly exposed to the air?
"I will never believe your lies again."
Jiao Li sat on the dusty table with one leg on the table, staring at her with his deep eyes unblinking: "Why are you so angry? Isn't the story good?"
"I've never seen you like this, I'm just trying to make myself miserable." Yan Buhuan looked away from him without saying angrily.
Jiao Li pursed his lips and smiled, all kinds of charm hidden in his eyes, but slowly faded away.
The rain fell one after another, wrapping the entire palace in melancholy.
"You're not going to stay here all night, are you?" Yan Buhuan asked with lingering fear.
Jiao Li put his hands behind his back, his movements unrestrained and unrestrained: "What? Are you afraid that being with me will insult your innocence?"
Yan Buhuan ignored him: "Can we still have a good chat?"
"Isn't this what we are talking about?" The rogue's tone made you want to slap him.
Yan Buhuan looked away. The rain had stopped and she would not stay any longer.
In fact, for Jiao Li, he could have left here despite the wind and rain, but he didn't. I don't know whether the reason for him to stay was the heavy rain or the person staying by his side at this moment.
